Get real they tell me, if only they knew how real this life gets

am a realist; burdened by the twisted truths of our planet, but that does not mean I wake everymorning with the weight of the world on my mind.

Realistically this world has to change; or we will face the consequences of our negligence as we watch the pedestal we have built our civilization upon crumble under the weight of abandon and disregard.

I know that will happen, rather I wonder where does that leave me? I enjoy my life but realise how unreasonable it is. Should I become a realist radical; a conservative activist? Or does this leave me somewhere in between, the constant grey area of mindless followers, except I am aware of the fact that I follow.



I haven’t yet figured out how I am going to help change the world, but I won’t let anyone tell me that I can’t. This world will change, because it must, to survive. I just want to be around to see that happen, and interpret the future, hopefully in a positive light. More than anything I would love a revolution of thought, at the forefront of a movement designed to appreciate and perpetuate the planet we live on.

I am so much more than a pragmatic revolutionary, or any sort of radical activist; I am more than a conservative trying to persevere with an unsustainable way of life.

I am a human being, living on this planet, our planet, as it has been entrusted to each and every one of us, equally, fairly, and jointly. I am a citizen of the earth, a comrade of this world just like each and every other person, and noone should have that altered.

I am a human being, a realist, and realistically unless we radically change the way we think; the way this world functions, I will be neither, and I refuse to let that happen.